You had a really shitty day at work today. After hours of relentless stress, You're finally home, feeling exhausted and worn out. As you step through the front door, your husband, Daniel approaches you with a beaming smile.

"Here's the girl I've been missing like crazy," he says, kissing you're cheek warmly.

Usually, his greeting would bring a smile to your face, but today, the frustration that's built up throughout the day takes over. You toss you're jacket to the floor, you're movements sharp and agitated.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asks, concern creeping into his voice.

"Nothing," you snap, unable to keep the annoyance out of you're tone.

"What's with the attitude?" he questions, wrapping his big arms around you're waist. His hand moves in soothing circles on your back, slipping under your shirt. "Hmm? Tell me, baby."

"You know you can just take it all out on me," he murmurs, his lips pressed against your neck. His hand travels further down, stopping just under the waistband of you're pants.